Chapter 306 Pervert
The murderer carefully carried his axe and still made it to the eighteenth floor.
He didn't get to eat the humans in room 1808 last night, but when he went in, he smelled the aroma of human flesh and blood.
It tastes better than anything he's ever smelled before.
As a bizarre individual who has consumed the flesh and blood of hundreds of humans, the serial killer also has his own specific distinctions regarding the quality of human flesh.
Young girls' meat tastes the best; it's soft, tender, and has a nice aroma.
The old man's was the worst to eat; it smelled terrible, and it was dry and tough. He was the least willing to eat it.
But the killer had a premonition that the humans living in 1808 definitely had delicious flesh.
So even if you didn't get to eat it yesterday, you have to have a bite today.
Even the murderer felt a little hungry just thinking about it.
His steps became more cheerful.
If the administrator hadn't told him beforehand to be mindful of his public manners and not to disturb others at night, he would have been so happy he'd be humming a song.
The murderer rushed to 1808, and before he could even knock, the door was suddenly pulled open.
Because the room was very dark, the first thing you felt was the scent of your own kind.
Both belong to an eerie and terrifying aura.
Where did this weirdo who doesn't follow the rules come from, daring to come out and snatch someone from him in the middle of the night?!
The killer was instantly enraged.
Who living in apartment 444 doesn't know how ruthless this murderer is?
Before he could even raise his axe, he met a cold, indifferent gaze.
The man standing against the wall revealed his exceptionally dark pupils—
The murderer nearly dropped his axe, stammering, "M-Sir... would you believe me if I said I was just passing by?"
"Get out." Yan Mobai said coldly.
If it weren't for the fact that Apartment 444 needed a publicly known boss, the serial killer would most likely have taken his place after his death.
If Yan Mobai, who utterly detests dealing with the outside world, were to appear on the eighteenth floor, the murderer would be dead the moment he did.
Even though Yan Mobai spared his life, the murderer felt his bones shattering.
So when Yan Mobai told him to get lost, he practically scrambled downstairs.
They didn't even have time to take the elevator.
Waaaaah, so scary.
The serial killer felt that his job was getting harder and harder.
[Wow, that guy ran pretty fast, haha!]
[This is hilarious! I thought it was some kind of powerful boss. Wasn't it supposed to be incredibly powerful?]
[Right now, I feel like a stupid dog running away frantically.]
[That's why I said the serial killer isn't the boss. I've watched the live streams of Apartment 444 many times, and I had a vague feeling that there should be an even more powerful being above him.]
So, the boss of apartment 444 is actually the building manager.
Owning an entire apartment already grants a terrifying level of privilege, okay?
Yan Mobai merely glanced coldly in the direction the murderer had fled before calmly closing the door again.
Then he slowly walked to Jiang Liyue's bedside again.
This time, instead of silently watching her, he leaned down and tightly wrapped himself around her, completely embedding her in his embrace.
Jiang Liyue slept very well that night, without the commotion from the previous night.
She had prepared herself for the killer to reappear at her door that night, and for her to confront him.
To everyone's surprise, she slept soundly all night and didn't wake up at all.
Only in my dreams do I feel as if I am being tightly bound by something, and when I open my eyes in the morning, I am met with a pair of pitch-black eyes.
The owner of those eyes probably didn't expect her to wake up suddenly, so he just stared straight at her.
It seems like I can never get enough of looking at it.
When he met her still sleepy eyes after waking up, Yan Mobai paused for half a second before smiling and saying, "Good morning, Yueyue."
Their tone and demeanor were so natural, as if that was how they were supposed to be.
They had absolutely no sense of guilt about sneaking into someone's bed.
Jiang Liyue, having just woken up, was not yet fully awake.
In many versions of the story, she woke up with the man in this position, so she wasn't surprised. After blinking slowly twice, she naturally greeted him, "Good morning, husband."
The simple address came out of her mouth so naturally that Yan Mobai was stunned for a moment before his eyes lit up as he looked at her.
Is the progress really that fast?
Yueyue already considers him her husband?
It turns out she already liked him that much.
As if a huge surprise had suddenly hit him on the head, Yan Mobai was even briefly dizzy because of this title.
Then the heat rushed to her face, her cheeks flushed, and even the area under her dark eyes had a slightly rotting red tinge.
It added a touch of vibrancy to his originally cold, snow-white face.
He stammered, "Wife."
When I first added her as a friend, I changed her nickname to "Moonlight Wife," but when I actually called her that, I stammered and sounded extremely unnatural.
Jiang Liyue finally regained some of her senses and realized that she had entered a new instance.
The guy in front of me had already been kicked out last night.
And now he actually dares to brazenly appear in her bed and call her "wife".
"Wife..." As if to practice, Yan Mobai repeated the name again, hoping to make it sound more natural.
When he looked up, instead of receiving a kiss or a hug from his wife, he was met with her eyes that seemed to be smiling but weren't.
Jiang Liyue changed her sitting posture, crossed her arms, and looked at him with a smile: "Mr. Administrator, how did you get into my room?"
Yan Mobai hadn't yet reacted to her change of expression: "Wife?"
The next moment, he was kicked off the bed.
Jiang Liyue looked down at him condescendingly: "Mr. Administrator, isn't it wrong to trespass on private property?"
"Wife, isn't this our home?" Yan Mobai said confidently as he sat on the ground.
Jiang Liyue's fair and tender foot, which had just kicked him, was still hanging on the edge of the bed. He couldn't help but reach out and grab it, placing it on his chest. "Hehe, wife, kick me again."
Wow, he even got a reward for it.
Jiang Liyue felt that Yan Mobai, who was supposed to be a shut-in in this instance, seemed to be going further and further down the path of becoming a pervert.
Jiang Liyue tried to pull her foot out, but he held it very tightly.
The cold touch on her ankle sent a chill down her spine, like a venomous snake crawling across her skin.
Yan Mobai seemed oblivious to his infatuated behavior, and while holding her foot, he sat on the ground and looked up at her longingly.
Jiang Liyue couldn't take it anymore and finally granted his wish, kicking him in the face.
Yan Mobai took the opportunity to kiss the side of her ankle, then sighed with delight, "My wife smells so good."
How is this any different from a pervert?!
Jiang Liyue thought he was hopeless and turned her head away to avoid seeing him: "I'm hungry."
Yan Mobai excitedly got up from the ground: "Wife, I'll go prepare breakfast for you right away."
Then he happily ran to the kitchen.
The one-bedroom apartment was already quite small. Jiang Liyue sat on the edge of the bed, watching his excited back.
I think if it had a tail, it would probably wag like a propeller.
"Pervert." Jiang Liyue muttered under her breath, but a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips.
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